You know what? The world is innately evil. HONEST. What other explanation is there for nursery rhymes of the following kind-

1.Rock-a-bye, babyIn the treetopWhen the wind blowsThe cradle will rockWhen the bough breaksThe cradle will fallAnd down will come babyCradle and all

And I suppose baby gives a gurgle of delight and settles back comfortably into his soft, polka-dotted blankies. Awww.

2.Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall,Humpty Dumpty had a great fall;All the King's horsesAnd all the king's men.Cannot put Humpty DumptyTogether again.

You know why, Humpty? Because the when the king's men were little, they learnt up pointless, morbid nursery rhymes instead of playing with building blocks or mechano sets.

3. Ten Little Indians going out to dine;One went and choked his little self and then there were nine.Nine Little Indian Boys sat up very late;One overslept himself and then there were eight.Eight Little Indian Boys traveling to Devon;One got left behind and then there were seven.Seven Little Indian boys playing with a hive;A bumblebee stung one and then there were five.Five Little Indian boys going in for law;One got in chancery and then there were four.Four Little Indian boys going out to sea;A red herring swallowed one and then there were three.Three Little Indian boys walking to the zoo;A big bear hugged one and then there were two.Two Little Indian boys playing with a gun;One shot the other and then there was one.One little Indian boy left all alone;He went and hanged himself…and then there were none.

Need I say more?

Aaaand....

as for our nostalgia-inducing ring-a-ring of rosies, it's about the Black Death. Also known as the Great Plague.

Ring a ring o' rosies(The symptoms of the plague included a raised red rash on the skin.)A pocketful of posies(A pouch of sweet smelling herbs or posies were carried due to the belief that the disease was transmitted by bad smells.)"Atishoo, Atishoo"(violent sneezing was another effect of the plague.)We all fall down!(we die.)

To whoever composed these little bundles of joy and attempted to sabotage our childhood with them-ARE YOU EMO????????

Saturday, July 19, 2008

I looked around me, and I saw mud.And there were people caught in it-They thrashed about wildly,But kept slipping, falling, choking,All the while crying helpless tearsInto the squelchy brown.And there were children playing with it,They eyes pinpricks of hate,Their smiles, evil and twisted.They played with such bestialityThat I was revolted, and I wanted to run.

Till you picked up some of the mud,And smeared it over my arm,And I realised how refreshingly coolIt felt against my skin.

I looked around me again,And it was dark.But the darkness seemed to be made upOf a hundred dark creatures-Shifty, formless, they moved around me,Dancing a strange devil's dance.They were whispering all at once,And my ears were buzzing painfully.They closed in on me, I couldn't breathe.My head spun round and round.

Then I felt you hold my hand.And the dancers formed a cradle,Velvety smooth, like the night sky.Gently, it rocked me to sleep,The whispers became a soft lullaby.

I looked around me once more,And the earth was slipping away beneath my feet!A mad, molten mouth was opening up,It was red and it was hungry.I knew it would not stopTill it had swallowed me up,And its churning wallsHad scalded me to death.

And this time, nothing you saidOr did comforted me,For the earth did not listen to you.And you were scared too.But suddenly you caught me in your arms,And threw me up, with reckless abandon.And I soared up higher and higher,Till the earth was just a little speck,The mouth, no more visible.The wind whipped my hair across my faceIn a frenzied tangle,The clouds whirled and spun,The dust danced about and glitteredAgainst a flood of sunlight.And when I laughed, they laughed with me,The wind, the clouds, the dust, the sunbeams,And echoing faintly in the distance,I heard your asnwering laughter.

I will NOT take down your notes.You may throw me out of class,You may give me numerous reasonsAs to why I will not pass.You may call me yet anotherGirl who in her crucial yearsHas allowed herself to be swayedBy the follies of her peers.But you won’t scare me enough,In fact you won’t scare me at all.Your threats are going to bounce off meLike a squash ball off a wall.

I will sit at the back and read a book,As for talking, I’ll definitely try.I’ll draw cartoons suitably shockingTo those with the audacity to pry .I will openly defy you,I see no need for pretence.You may thank me for my honesty.You can’t have taken offence?

Saturday, July 12, 2008

I am generally believed to be one of those tranquil, sunshiny people who look upon the world with a rather benevolent attitude. And today, I actually feel like one. Yes, I feel good about myself and all around me. Hence, my first pointless blogpost in prose.

I think a test is almost always postponed when I need it to be.

For a change, my cats' behaviour towards each other is devoid of incestuous or murderous instincts.

I have realised that a random assortment of bytes has no right to judge my attributes or allow me to compare my friends. Therefore I have deleted the Compare People application. And no it is NOT a case of sour grapes as my rankings were quite satisfactory.

I am currently not in love with anyone. Not even a celebrity. Pure lust, sisterly affection or a healthy admiration is all I can feel for men at the moment and I am very happy to let it be that way.

I have also discovered that I am truly open-minded. D.H. Lawrence, Maugham, Oscar Wilde, I can now look you in the eye. For none of us is repulsed by the bizarre ways of good people.

This post positively reeks of smugness. And will even be deleted in due course of time. But what to do? I had to break the flow of my previous blogposts. They were too much like the morbid reflections of what I call a T3- Typical Traumatised Teenager.

Yo Alliteration, for making anything sound cool.Yo Bloggers, for allowing me to be an obnoxiously happy little person without interference.Yo You, for reading through this.